Only three months after being selling his soul to bring Sam back from the dead, Dean is told by his wife (and mate) of three years that she is pregnant. Adrienne Sennett Durchardeaux-Winchester had no idea, when she told him, that her husband was going to hell. When Dean traded his soul for Sam’s life, he hadn’t been thinking straight and therefore hadn’t given any thought as to what his death might do to his wife, and he was guilt-ridden. When leaning that he would be leaving behind not only his wife but also an unborn child, he was devastated.

He doesn’t tell Adrienne about going to hell, not wanting to see the tears she would spill for him, over his stupid mistake.

September 18th, 2008 – Dean escapes from hell.

The first thought upon crawling out of his gravesite was his wife and child. However, he did not immediately go to see them. Instead he went to Bobby for help, and the two then went to Pontiac, Illinois to get Sam. For the next three days, the three of them stayed in the mid-West, searching for the thing that had pulled Dean from the pit. It was as just after the Rising of the Witnesses when Dean decides that it is time to ‘face the wife’.

*~*~*~*~

Sam sat in the passenger’s seat of the Impala, looking out of the window in confusion as Dean took a sharp turn off the highway. The road they were now driving down was one surrounded by a forest of pine trees, and only a sliver of light could be seen through the canopy said trees made over the woodsy dirty road.

“Uh, where are we going?” he asked, eyes radiating his confusion before glancing over at his brother. He was surprised to see Dean’s hands clenching the steering wheel so tight that they were white, and his jaw was set, his eyes were wide and focused on the road. He looked nervous. “Hey, Dean,” Sam reached over and nudged his brother.

Dean jerked, startled, “What?” he groused tightly.

“Where are we going?” Sam repeated, gesturing toward the scenery. “We’re in the middle of nowhere.”

“We’re not,” Dean told him, smirking at him, almost knowingly. “We’re headed in the right direction, dude, I know where we’re going. Just sit back and enjoy the scenery – we’ll be there in about half an hour.”

Sam raised an eyebrow suspiciously, eyeing Dean warily. He was still looking decidedly nervous but there was an air of excitement about his brother as well. He watched as Dean started drumming his thumbs against the wheel, and his face softened slightly from where it had been tense just a moment before and Sam let out a sigh.

“God, please don’t tell me we’re going to be meeting up with one of your old flings, Dean,” he groaned, recognizing the signs for what they were. “You did not just drag me all the way from South Dakota just to get laid. Please tell me you didn’t?”

Dean mentally cackled at how close to the mark Sam actually was, “Not quite,” he admitted in amusement, bottle green eyes shining in mirth.

Sam threw him a dirty look, “What does ‘not quite’ mean?”

He rolled his eyes, looking back out at the road, “It mean, ‘not quite’. Look, you’ll understand once we get there and you meet her,” Dean assured him, reaching up to scratch his head, “You’ll like her, Sammy, I promise.”

Sam crossed his large arms across his chest, glaring at Dean in annoyance. “Is there even a hunt?”

“Uh…no?”

“No?” he scowled.

Dean shook his head and smiled cockily at his brother, trying to lighten the mood. “No…There isn’t a hunt, that I am aware of, in Washington State,” he confessed to the glaring young man beside him. The smile slowly disappeared as he pictured his young wife, and their child, who would have already been born if his calculations were correct. He licked his lips, as his mind’s eye tried to imagine what his baby looked like, or whether or not it was a boy or girl, because he had no idea. He would gladly admit that while he was anxious and excited to get back ‘home’, to see Adrienne again and to meet his kid, he was also scared shitless. Of how Adrienne would take the news of him having been in Hell for four months, and of seeing his baby. They were the two most important people in his life, more so than even Sam, believe it or not, and he was scared that Adrienne would have given up after four long months of not seeing or hearing from him.

He never went more than a few days at a time without going up to Snoqualmie, just for a few hours, before returning to his brother before Sam even knew he had been gone. Mostly he was about to get away at nights or while Sam was doing research at local libraries. Four months was the longest he and Adrienne had gone without contact of some kind. She must have felt it when he died, for sure, and then possibly when he returned to the living. She must be confused and hurt.

“Dean?”

Sam’s voice once again jolted him from his thoughts, and he looked over at his brother, “Yeah?”

“You all right? You got kinda quiet there,” the giant asked, still folding his arms in displeasure but also looking at him with his hazel eyes filled with concern.

“I’m fine, Sammy,” he replied, instantly perking up when he spotted the turn off. He turned, after about a quarter mile down the road, the canopy of trees began to thin a little, before suddenly they were able to see a large, almost mansion-like home situated in a large clearing, still surrounded on all sides by trees and other wild plant life. “We’re here,” he said unnecessarily, driving around the off-white almost yellow building, and to the parking garage. The garage door automatically opened for them and Dean easily and with obvious experience, maneuvered the Impala inside and came to a complete stop, the garage doors sliding closed behind them.

Dean cut the engine, and grinned over at his brother. “Well, come on then. Let’s get inside!” he said, opening his door and sliding out. He went to the backseat to grab his bags, gesturing for Sam to the do the same, before he lead them through the humungous four-car garage, and over to the door leading into the main house.

They walked into what looked to be the laundry room, as there was a washing machine and a dryer up against the wall, and a few empty baskets on top of the washer. It smelt of clean laundry, which Dean inhaled with a smile. Yep, he thought to himself, he was home. They left the laundry room and walked through a hallway that lead them straight into the living room.

Sam looked around him in awe, taking in the beautifully decorated and expansive high ceiling room. “Wow,” he said, rather speechless, his eyes practically zooming around, looking at all the expensive furniture and paintings.

Dean grinned proudly, as technically it was his home, too, seeing as he had married the owner and had helped her make the large house homey and lived in. “It’s great, isn’t it?”

“Great? More like amazing – “

“Dean?”

The two whipped around in surprise, not having heard them approaching, only to see a extremely beautiful young woman standing in the doorway, dressed in a pair of short denim shorts and a light pink spaghetti strapped shirt, both of which were tight fitting, leaving nothing to the imagination and doing a fantastic job of showing off her slender, petite and curvy figure. She had long, jet-black hair that fell down to her mid-back in waves. The most breathtaking and striking feature on the young woman was her eyes – a deep emerald green that shone brightly. It didn’t help that said eyes were filling up with tears, making them even more luminous.

In her arms, she was cradling a tiny, lavender bundle to her chest protectively, as she stared at Dean in shock.

Sam blinked at the girl, taken aback by how young she looked. Also, he was admitted rather stunned by just how beautiful she was.

Dean watched his wife stared at him with teary eyes and winced as guilt shot through him. He gave her a small smile and nodded, “Hey, Adrie.” He left Sam’s side and made his way slowly to her.

She drew in a shaky breath, and a tear rolled down her tanned cheek, “I felt you die,” Adrienne choked out, reaching out and ran her small delicate hand over his chest, reassuring herself that she wasn’t just seeing thing and he was actually really standing before her. “You were dead, Dead…Dead! And then, a week ago I felt our link pulsate with life, after four excruciating months.” She gave a sob, and Dean was quick to wrap his strong arms around her small frame, holding her to him tightly, mindful of the infant in her arms. “What the hell is going on? Why did you die and how did you come back?”

Dean shook his head, running his hands up and down her back soothingly, “It’s a long story, babe. I did something rather selfish and stupid, and though I’m glad it all worked out in the end, I am still unbelievably sorry I put you through all this shit. I-I wasn’t thinking clearly when I did it.”

She hugged him tightly, burying her face into his shoulder, “What did you do?” she asked almost reluctantly.

Instead of answering straight away, Dean kissed her head and led her to the white sofa, where the two sat. He looked over at Sam, who was standing in the middle of the living room, gaping at the two of them, confused but suspicious, and gestured for him to come over. Sam slowly, hesitantly walked over and sat on the settee facing them. “Babe, this is my brother, Sam…Sam, this is my, uh, wife, Adrienne,” he introduced awkwardly.

Sam’s eyes grew wide, “Your wife?”

“Mm-hmm, yeah.”

“Since when are you married?” he asked, mystified, eyes moving from Dean to Adrienne in quick secession.

“Since about 3 years ago,” Dean confessed, sheepishly, before he looked down at the infant his wife cradled gently, and his breath left his throat as he drunk in his first look at his child. Judging by the color of receiving blanket, lavender, he was the father of a little girl. He gulped, and leaned forward, taking no notice to his speechless brother across from him, and tenderly ran the very tips of his fingers along her tiny little forehead and down her cheek, taking notice of which features she inherited from him and Adrienne. “She’s beautiful,” he breathed softly, a smile on his face.

“She’s angelic,” Adrienne replied, wiping the tears from her face and passed the baby over to him. He took her, unsure of himself, she was so damned tiny.

“When was she born?”

“September 18th…”

His head shot up, to look at her, surprised, “That’s the day I – “

“Returned to the living?” Adrienne finished, “Yes, it was. It was the shock of feeling your life once again connected to our previously dead link, that I think brought on the labor, I think. It was rather painful, having the link snap back into place so suddenly. Almost as painful as it was when it broke." She ran her fingers through her hair, tossing it out of her face and she gave her husband a small smile. “Don’t you wanna know what I named her, love?”

“Of course,” he said quickly.

She grinned and leaned in to kiss him for the first time in four months, “Dean, darling, I’d like you to meet your six-day-old daughter, Ainabeth Marie Winchester.” Both proud parents looked down at their daughter, who gave a wide yawn and blinked her baby blue eyes up at them sleepily. “Aina, sweetheart, this is your daddy.”

Dean grinned widely and caught his wife’s eyes before leaning in to capture her lips with his. She sighed into the kiss and brought one of her hands up to touch Dean’s cheek. Both had forgotten that Sam was still in the room.

Sam shook his head, feeling like he was going crazy. He never thought, in a million years, that Dean would settle down with someone, or ever have children.